She sat in the edge of the bed. Thinking of how ugly she was. Everyone thought she was pretty, but they never saw her scar's. She covered them up with long sleeves. The scars were from an old so called boyfriend. Every man she had dated used and mestreated her. She thought as long she has the scars and on the drug im ugly. No one will want me anymore. People talked to her and liked her. But when they finded out they changed. She never understood why. She always said "the drug dont make the person, The person makes the person." Wondering why it changed someone thinking about someone else she never would know. As she pick up the bowl to smoke. Knowing that was the only way to leave her mind. She needed to leave that world of hate. For she was a good hearted women. She was no good, scared up, ugly, druggie, and nobody wants her thoughts. Maybe if someone didnt judge her or look at her different she wouldn't have to use anymore. She closed her eyes and cried as she put lighter to the bowl. Wanting to pick up the needle and just put it throw her veins just so she wont feel. For her life had been bad since she was little. Everyone judge her because of the drug and scares and not knowing her story. She wanted it all to end. When will it end?

© Angel